Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.